… I post on Facebook. Then they “like” a bunch of old, old photos of me, I think … Of course, they don’t.
Him Me A few days/ weeks/drinks later … A few months go by then I feel / think/ say… They say … Then this happens… A few months later they come back and ask … and we end up in this kind of relationship/ friendship.
In honour of Valentine’s day I have written six word memoirs for a few (just a few) of the relationships I’ve had in my life. He cheated; became bad poetry muse. High school. Three years. Unofficial marriage. Met at SkankFest. Should have known. School slut – couldn’t get it up.